Growing up, I quickly found out my mum was a big believer in ghosts. I, myself am both a skeptic and a believer. My mum has told me my Amma never talked about idea of ghosts. My Amma probably thought the idea was rubbish, but mislead my mother into thinking her daughter can see ghosts. (But, no. I’m just a big baby when there isn’t any source of light for me to use)
When I was a kid I hated the idea of something known as an invisible force to me, could push their way around and make us humans tremble. It didn’t matter if these ghosts were reaching out for help or were here to help us, I wanted them all gone.
I’ve always been drawn to the dark areas of my house, expecting my Afi or Amma to jump out to give me a loving ghostly kiss on the cheek. The thing that makes me a believer is that I’ve had my own “encounters”. These encounters and my gifted imagination every writer recieves helped me to think that maybe there is something else. Maybe I just need to reach out and let my fuzzy mind force my legs to walk closer.
But I am very logical, down to Earth person. I know reality. This the part were being a skeptic jumps in. Ghost’s don’t exist. They’re like circus folk with make up on. Once that make up is washed off they easily go back to what they were before. It’s just like the roles they played never existed.
I believe something with no weight or mass can move things or speak to us. It’s all in our heads. How can an invisible force, other than wind, allow things to move across the table. Our eyes and ears betray us. Our chilled nerves make us really think that someone is watching. (And yes I’m basically saying angels and god will never be real.)
For kicks, I watch paranormal shows for kicks. They always bring in psychis, priests and people who claim they’ve come in contact with ghosts. I’ve never seen a paranormal show where there isn’t a bible in hand or a cross on the wall that magically flips over on it’s own. Usually there will be a woman that cries because she fears her children will get hurt.
But that is not the point. Put down the bible and cut out the camera tricks. Make sure to push that psychi out the door and tell her to cut the crap. The point I’m getting to is why over hype everything? I enjoy a good ghost story, but everything I’ve listed only sucks the joy out of it.
Do you think I’m wrong? (other than no actual evidence. that would be an endless battle.)
I do love good ghost photos though.
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-Joanne Thirlwall